Published by marc gunther on 18 Dec 2008
Why I Don’t Believe in Santa
Proverbs 24:28 “Be not a witness against thy neighbor without cause; and deceive not with thy lips.”
What do you call a person who doesn’t like Santa Claus? Claus-trophobic. That message is on a business marquee on my way to work. It’s true though, I don’t like Santa Claus. Used to however, a lot. Even prayed to him I think, to clear up my year of bad works and get some good loot for Christmas. I even saw him and his reindeer streaking across the sky (airplane) one Christmas Eve when I was young. I wrote letters to him, sat on his lap at the mall, and have even cleaned up a plate of cookie crumbs and his dirty milk glass. (He’s lazy). I was convinced one night that I heard the reindeer land on my roof. (Although the pitch was at a 45°
angle?!) This is some serious belief.
I’m not sure exactly how it began to unravel but the case for Santa soon went cold. I believe I had found some presents before Christmas wrapped and labeled “from Santa” as if he had sent them ahead of their delivery date. The problem was they were in my mother’s handwriting. Maybe she was subcontracting for him over the holidays. Maybe he had a huge workload that year. Maybe I’d been lied to for all these years.
I know, I know, lighten up, right? I might consider sweeping Santa under the tree and forgetting about the whole thing but I can’t. I have kids now.There is public pressure to play the Santa game. It is a little unnerving when people bend down and say to my children, “What’s Santa going to bring you this year? Have you been a good boy?” When I tell them my kids don’t believe in Santa I get a look like I’m some sort of weirdo. Has it occurred to anyone that believing a “jolly” man in a silly suit is going to magically squeeze down my 4″ chimney flue, leave a bunch of presents under the tree, eat cookies and milk, and then head back up the chimney where a team of reindeer await (one with a glowing red nose) to whisk him to the next house is a strange belief? Who’s the weirdo? I know it’s not me!
Here’s the problem. It’s a lie. I don’t lie to my children. The tooth fairy doesn’t come and leave money, there are no such thing as aliens, our ancestors were not apes, and no, Santa does not exist. A child is so impressionable, I can’t imagine having to “come clean” one day and say that Dad lied to them. I was not so happy when the magic dust settled and Santa was revealed as a fraud. As a child I really wanted to believe. What else wasn’t true? The story of Jesus?
Another problem is that Santa had all sorts of powers. Almost God-like. Remember the song? “He knows if you are sleeping, he knows if you’re awake. He knows if you’ve been bad or good so be good for goodness sake!” Santa the all-knowing, all-powerful judge of the children. I don’t like it one bit.
So what do I do with my anti-Santa stance? I share it. I give plenty of room to non-Christians to perpetuate the Santa story. I know it is a very strong worldly tradition and won’t be going away anytime soon. I personally don’t participate and my kids don’t sit on his lap at the mall or write letters to him. What I don’t understand however are the Christians that play all the reindeer games that go along with this. When you encourage your tender children to believe in something, you need to do so very carefully. We are to point our kids towards Jesus Christ the Savior, not Santa Claus the pretender. Our kids live in a fog of deceit with all the fake things adults tell them. It’s no wonder they’re not turning out right.
We need to speak the truth about all things, always to our children. We need them to trust us in all matters of living, so someday they will trust the Savior. If they are hurt by a cute story (lie) that didn’t stand the test of time, they might not trust the things that are truly profitable for their souls. When we stand before the Lord to give an account, prayerfully our children will be standing with us.
Have a Merry Christmas! And don’t be afraid to say that!
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